[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Yearning

Although the monsters living in Ruoshui have their own habits, they seldom feed on beasts with enlightened intelligence, and even the big monsters with aggressive and weird temperaments know how to settle their grievances outside the Ruoshui Basin. Men bring battle into weak waters.

This kind of order made Ruoshui even more peaceful. Many mild-tempered monsters called Ruoshui the "Demon Capital" in their hearts.

In fact, this state is quite understandable. After all, the most vicious person in Quanruoshui is Jiao himself, and Jiaojiao is not allowed to kill in Ruoshui anymore. He can let the restless guys under his command go wild?

...Miraculously, there is a sense of déjà vu that controlling the bully leader can actually recruit a bandit mountain.

Miao Xuan was wearing a cloak and walking on the street of the pier, the fireworks in the monster market made him unable to help but smile.

Such a bustling world is always delightful.

No matter whether it is a metamorphosis or an illusion, the human form shown in the monster race is much different than the real human beings. For example, the skin of the monster race human figures is smooth and white as cream, and as long as they do not bring out the characteristics of the original, their facial features are also unchanged. One is not delicate and charming.

If human beings can generate this appearance, the title of an alluring beauty cannot be escaped.

So on the pier, it is easy to distinguish real human beings by looking only at their appearance—if there is no trace of illusion, and those who look ordinary or even slightly ugly, they are probably human races.

It's no wonder that most of the demon race look down on humans. After all, in terms of appearance and strength, the human race is inherently inferior.

But once they can practice, the human race is actually not bad... Miao Xuan looked at the humans passing by, thinking aimlessly.

For example, You Zhao, his current appearance is no worse than that of the Great Transformation Demon, and because of years of practice, he still has a special and compact aura.

Most of the little monsters can't take form, and run on the street in the state of prototype. Miao Xuan's feet have already bumped into several little rabbits and kittens, and the fluffy spiritual appearance makes the system greedy. Call.

System: [Brother Miao!Second brother!Luggage!Look at that little rabbit!Her ears are pricking up! ! ! 】

Miao Xuan: ...Be patient, Tonger, next time we will find someone who is not wise, otherwise you will be called a hooligan.

The little system was extremely frustrated, so Miao Xuan thought about it, and went to the fox demon's stall to buy him a fluffy fake tail, holding it in his hand as comfort.

The currency traded between the monster clans is a transparent bead called a demon bead, which needs to be infused with a certain spiritual breath, and the value of the demon bead is judged by the purity of the spiritual breath.

After all, mythical beasts are different from monster races. The beads that Miao Xuan made at will can be used as textbook templates for demon beads. Whether he is on a boat or shopping, he uses all the demon beads he pinches himself. There is no doubt that he is a rich man. .

The fox demon who sold fake tails changed his boring service attitude as soon as he got the demon beads. When he took a closer look at Miao Xuan's appearance, he immediately hinted excitedly, "Our fox demon is super gentle."

Miao Xuan said "oh", then turned and left.

The fox demon with all the poses: "..."

It's spring now, not only the Bird Clan, but most of the Monster Clan are ready to move around at this time. Of course they will look for the same race and the opposite sex to raise their offspring, but there is no need to worry too much about friendly communication ♂.

Different monster races have different habits and hobbies, some are loyal to their partners, and some are looking for excitement. God knows how many monsters have thrown hints at Miao Xuan, but Miao Xuan ignored them all very straightforwardly.

If you don't directly tell Miao Xuan "Let's fuck the sheets!", other ambiguous things like whether to make an appointment, whether to be gentle or not, to have a good place or even to twist your body out of shape... basically you are playing the piano with the cow, you can only Received a confused and perfunctory answer from Miao Xuan.

To some extent, Miao Xuan's selective ignorance is probably also a kind of talent.

The sky gradually dimmed, and Miao Xuan also strolled through most of the Yaozu market slowly, and the arrival of night did not make the market a bit deserted, but because of the constantly lit lights, it added a bit of fireworks .

As night falls, lights gradually rise in the market. The lights of the demon clan are not the flames used by humans, but each has its own characteristics. Strings of night pearls were directly hung up.

The luminous pearl, which is extremely precious to human beings, may be a relatively rare lighting tool for some monster races.

Miao Xuan vaguely still feels that he is being spied on, but there are too many monsters coming and going in the market - most of the monsters in the market are wearing revealing clothes, and some of them have very strange aesthetics. It is rare to see a man with a white cloak covering most of his face, and there is never a lack of attention to him.

During the day, there are more monster races rushing to and fro on the wharf, but at night, most of the people walking on the street are pleasure-seekers.

And the night can also cast a protective color on many transactions, but these things are beyond the reach of Miao Xuan, who is new here.

Yaozu's entertainment must be inescapable from primitive instincts. Except for the part that Miao Xuan is basically immune to, the only thing that can arouse his interest is the food stall.

In this era, there are not so many cooking techniques, let alone those who are not tired of food and fine food, but only have excellent quality raw materials, and these pure and original materials will not be unpalatable no matter how they are processed on a good basis.

More and more shops were lit up, and Miao Xuan walked past under the soft or bright lights, silently dodging the bustling crowd.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone tug on the hem of his clothes.

Miao Xuan lowered his head and was surprised to find a dingy baby bird the size of a palm at his feet.

The gray bird opened its bright yellow beak: "Chirp!"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Is this a lost child?And it's from the Bird Clan...Speaking of which, he still has a kind of familiar atmosphere, maybe it's from the Bird Clan that is related to the Phoenix.

The gray bird was bouncing around on the ground, making immature "chirp" and "quack" sounds constantly. Seeing that Miao Xuan ignored him, the bird suddenly jumped up, opened his mouth and grabbed the hem of Miao Xuan's clothes.

If he went any further, he would probably throw this little thing away... Miao Xuan had no choice but to reach out and pick up the baby bird.

Although the little gray bird could only chirp, Miao Xuan miraculously understood what he wanted to express. The little bird kept calling him "brother".

Probably bewildered by his familiar aura, and regarded him as a clansman, right?

Miao Xuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the bird's head: "Little thing, what race are you from?"

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Xuanmo is still sitting in the temple.

He held the dark crystal in his hand, and he had swallowed all the black crystals in the palace—he devoured the "fruit" without restraint. However, his strength rose rapidly, and the power that had not been condensed was vain and huge, but Xuan Mo had no intentions at all. To control or practice.

All his attention was focused on the ghost crystal, and the continuous input of spiritual power and spiritual breath allowed him to see that completely different world.

This time Xuan Mo first noticed Yaodu Ruoshui.

Beautiful birds are dancing in the sky, and all kinds of behemoths on the ground are transformed into human forms. They have two forms just like the teacher. Although neither of them is far inferior to the teacher, they can only maintain The mysterious demon in human form was subconsciously attracted by them.

They should have something to do with the teacher, right?

In the weak water, Xuan Mo saw the bustling demon city. He attached his vision to everyone, constantly changing angles to observe all the novel and rich things. will not dream.

A cry came from the sky in the distance, and Xuan looked up and saw the dancing white blue-feathered bird.

People around were admiring the bird demon's dancing posture, but Xuanmo dismissed it.

What's so amazing about this bird?But that's all.

He wandered aimlessly in the huge market, gradually approaching the place where land and water meet.

There are giant tortoises here carrying the sea goods from afar, and there are also small boats built by the human race. The monster race learns from the human race to build boats, but they are not good at craftsmanship, so they can only use the power of the monster. The strange boats are pushed to the shore by the water race. set sail.

Xuanmo was wandering in this port like a wandering spirit. He kept changing his vision until he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar white figure.

Although it was covered with a slight blindness, it could not prevent Xuan from making a judgment.Such a familiar posture has long been engraved in Xuan's mind, and the silver-haired and white-clothed boy turns around occasionally, revealing silver-white, light and misty pupils——still a phoenix with a boyish posture.

At this moment, the emotions surging in Xuanmo's heart were complicated and chaotic. He wanted to rush forward happily, but he was puzzled because Fenghuang was still a teenager, why the teacher always looked like an adult in front of him?Why is the teacher here?

Immediately afterwards, the white bird in the sky in the distance was run over by the peacock that suddenly appeared. Xuan saw the admiration in the eyes of the teacher, and he even heard his voice, which was still so familiar and clear.

Phoenix praised in surprise: "Peacock!"

He likes things that are so colorful and colorful.

Phoenix came ashore.

The fish demon looked away from the teacher, Xuan Mo immediately changed his sight, and stuck behind Phoenix. He watched him put on a white cloak and walk quietly and briskly in the monster market.

He stopped to buy toys that could be seen everywhere - the Demon Realm didn't have these things, and the cubs of the Demon Realm never knew that there could be tools created for play in the world.

The Xuan Golem is like a ghost that no one can see and has persistent obsessions. He attaches himself to everyone in this market, just to follow his teacher and Phoenix.

He clings to the fox demon, and as the fox raises his head, he looks obsessively and piously at half of Phoenix's face under the hood. His silver hair is like the night light of this world, and his silver eyes contain a little bit of light. Smiles reflect the hustle and bustle of the world.

Xuan Mo could see the alluring fox clan reflected in those silver eyes, and of course understood the fox clan's courtship, and his anger rushed into his chest immediately, until the Phoenix coldly refused to leave, Xuan Mo was relieved.

But what is the use?

Those who saw the appearance of the phoenix, those who heard the voice of the phoenix, they all longed to get closer. Xuanmo heard too much yearning and saw too much greed, and these desires were clearly reflected in the eyes of the phoenix. , sank into the silver-white pool water, and disappeared.

Whether it is clarity or filth, they are all displayed in front of Phoenix's eyes like this, and he doesn't care about these at all, he was born as the sun high in the clouds.

Whether it's the demon clan in the market, or himself who was abandoned in the demon world, they are all just passers-by in the eyes of Phoenix.

As the night gradually fell, the bright and beautiful lights were lit. It was clearly the same market, but it showed a completely different appearance from the day.

Soft or bright lights illuminate the young man under the white cloak. He walks at the junction of light and shadow, and occasionally looks back at the strangely shaped lights, and the bright light will jump on his long silver eyelashes.

In the dark night dotted with lights, the flames dyed the hem of his clothes red, and he brushed past countless monster races.He was laughing, he loved this place, day and night.

Xuan Mo couldn't help recalling the look on Phoenix's face when he first saw the pool and the sea of ​​flowers—maybe he already knew that there were dead bodies under the sea of ​​flowers and innocent souls in the pool.

Because at that time, Fenghuang only had sighs and emotions in his eyes, but no such love.

His departure is doomed, and nothing can change it, because the Demon Realm was not his home in the first place, and he does not belong there.

But ah...

Now that you guessed it, why did you show surprise in front of me back then?To comfort me?To take care of me?

Xuanmo changed his vision again, this time, he looked up and saw the slightly immature face of the master.

The light of the fire slightly outlines his outline, and he gathers his slightly messy long hair behind him, with only a few strands of silver falling down, as if to give the jumping lights a resting branch.

Fenghuang was looking down at him, his eyes that had been traced thousands of times smiled slightly, and he heard his voice, soft and shallow: "Little thing, what kind of child are you from?"

me?

I have no home or clan, I am an outcast with no place to return to.

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